The eye is empty of self. View the world as empty, always mindful to have removed any view about self, this way one is above and beyond death. This is how one views the world so as not to be seen by Death's king. Who scatters the troops of the king of death, as a great flood, a very weak bridge made of reeds, is victorious, for his fears are dispersed, he is steadfast in himself. A man immersed in gathering blossoms, his heart distracted, Death sweeps him away as a great flood, a village asleep. Heedlessness is dust. Dust comes from heedlessness. When a house is on fire, the vessel salvaged is the one that will be of use, not the one left there to burn. So when the world is on fire with aging and death, one should salvage by giving, what is given is well salvaged. With heart unbowed, endured the pain. Like a flame unbinding was the liberation of awareness from distorted perception. Your mind is on fire. Those who let go do not get burned. Through heedfulness and clear knowing you'd remove your own sorrow. Today with arrow removed, without hunger, entirely unbound, I go. So to the one who has seen to the far extreme, I've come with one question. One who regards the world in what way isn't seen by Death's king? Get up, sit up, train firmly for the sake of peace. Do not let the king of death deceive you, bring you under his sway.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
